Abel to Yzerman

My mood hasn't changed from five hours ago, or whenver I wrote that post. I'm avoiding going home. My DVR will hum like a male Dive fan. And I'll wait as long as I can to start watching. It will be torture.

But, at some point, I'm going to watch this game.

In the dark recesses of our most horrific pessimism, there is hope. You hate the playoffs because you feel you should. You despise this night because your instincts tell you to. You know the Wings will lose this thing because it's a defense mechanism baby Jesus gave to you as a gift.

But it's not real. The real part of you actually believes they can do this. It might even be the logical part, if that makes any sense. Logic tells you anything can happen in a Game 7 because you've seen every scenario. No one has seen what you have. No one.

As bad as 6 was and as horrible as the last two days have been?

We're in a better place than any other fan of any other team in history. You literally have genuine, justified, real hope that your team can advance to the Western Conference Finals. You have that hope because of who you are and because of who they are.

You are Detroit Red Wing fans. We are owed this night, this opportunity because we are the elite and the arrogant. You have swagger because your team is the gold standard.

This is a glorious opportunity. A chance to bounce Chicago one… last… time… knowing that they’ll probably never get the opportunity to avenge it.

Leave Chicago (the team and city both) weeping at what you’ve done to them.
Leave their mothers crying because they can’t recognize what you’ve done to them.
Leave NBC weeping because for all the best-laid plans, f*ck their Chicago ratings.
Leave the NHL offices weeping because they really, really wanted Chicago in the Finals and were willing to rig a lot to make it happen…. and it still failed.

Enter stage left, score 5 or 6 times, take home the “W”, drop the motherf**king mic... and walk of stage in front of the shell-shocked audience.

Watching this game at the bar….. seems apropos. At any rate, if we come out on the other side of this still playing hockey I’ll see you guys on the LB for game 3 of the WCF since Little Gary. Ass. decided game one and two would be during my music festival trip this weekend. I really hope we get to have that LB.

I don’t want to type whore mouth words about what life could be like around 12:00 PM tonight so I won’t. It’s just too damn hateful to me. I’m just gonna say it’s been a fun season LBing with you guys and whatever happens I’ll catch you on the flip side.

I can see Whitefish Bay: Bring it home 19.

LGRW

Posted by
bezukov
from the kids are alright. on 05/29/13 at 06:23 PM ET

Molson Golden tonight bitches. Not that bad.

Then got a sampler box of Schells….

Posted by
42jeff
from The greater Howard City, MI metroplex on 05/29/13 at 06:26 PM ET

Posted by
Tony Perkis
from Drinking at Robert's Lounge with Billy Batts on 05/29/13 at 06:32 PM ET

I am so prou OW MY TOOTH

Posted by
monkey
from Praha, Česká republika on 05/29/13 at 06:34 PM ET

And, yes Monkey, it’s on.

IT"S ON NOW

Posted by
monkey
from Praha, Česká republika on 05/29/13 at 06:35 PM ET

I am so prou OW MY TOOTH

Posted by monkey from Finland on 05/29/13 at 07:34 PM ET

You seriously are cracking me up tonight. Or I’m losing it completely. (Probably the latter.)

Posted by
MsRedWinger
from GlennieAbbyLand, now in Flori-Duh on 05/29/13 at 06:36 PM ET

I like Clement and Jackson when they do Flyers games. I don’t find them biased or annoying, and that works for me.

I’ve always liked Clement. He always seems objective and actually adds some useful insight to the broadcast. He isn’t a meat head throwing shit at the wall to see what sticks. Kinda reminds me of a hockey version of Doug Collins.

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